Strange. For the past couple of days my feet haven't quite reached the ground when I walk; everything I look at takes on a golden glow and when I listen carefully, I'm sure I can hear choirs singing.
Yes, the stags have finally arrived on the ground! The ones that are old enough and of poor enough quality to be considered 'shootable' are still thin on the ground.
But I don't care.
There are always loads of young stags and 'good' stags in the way.
But I don't care.
It was blowing a gale and lashing with rain yesterday.
But I don't care.
In fact, the only thing I'm bothered about is the fact that I have only 11 stalking days left to my season- or 100 if you include the hinds.
So that's alright then.
Recently found this blog through Scots Mag. Like you I love this place though it is about fifty years since I ran loose in these hills. Your pics. and tales bring back lots of long-forgotten childhood memories. EmmaW
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